Shredded Stockings, The Bathroom Secret

I found a cigarette butt in the master bathroom.

Right next to it was a pair of stockings, shredded and ruined.

I had quit smoking a year ago just so we could try to have a baby.

As for the stockings, my wife, Della, always refused to wear them for me.

She said only perverts liked that kind of stuff.

I grabbed my phone to call her, but then I saw her best friend's latest post.

There she was, leaning into his chest inside a luxury car, wearing diamond-encrusted black tights.

I put my pho